Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 607 - 608: I’m Arrogant!

Chapter 607: Chapter 608: I’m Arrogant!

Chu Fengmian and Bai Xuan had just entered the Hall of Saints when immediately countless gazes turned their way.

Within the sacred realm of Beimang, the combined number of seed disciples and core disciples was just over a hundred. The sudden appearance of two unfamiliar faces instantly drew the attention of many disciples around them.

"So, newcomers, after all," one remarked.

"And two of them were promoted at the same time."

"It’s said that outside in the void sea, some ancient caves were opened, right? It looks like these two were lucky enough to benefit from those ancient caves."

"Doesn’t that mean they must have a fair share of treasures from their adventures?"

"Hmph, even if these two have been promoted to seeds, they’re still nothing but ants, bottom of the rank. Just find an opportunity to rob them and take their fortunes!"

Whispers of discussion began to rise.

The looks directed at Chu Fengmian and Bai Xuan carried more than a few ill intentions.

In the sacred realm of Beimang, all resources had to be fought for, and it was not unheard of for fellow disciples to fight over treasures.

Those who could rise to the rank of seed disciples were no simple characters; everyone present was significantly more powerful than even Luo Changhen.

The law of the jungle presided over the realm; without strength, one could only be bullied by others.

"Look, that lad there, isn’t he the Newcomer King of this batch? He just joined Beimang Academy, and he’s already been promoted to a seed disciple?"

A seed disciple glanced at Chu Fengmian, seemingly recognizing him, and said with a hint of surprise.

"Oh? Is he Han Yueli’s husband?"

"The people from the Holy Faction actually allowed his promotion to seed disciple? That is quite unexpected."

"Hmph, Ye Tianjun is a man of meticulous plans, and it’s quite possible that he did this on purpose, to allow this kid to suffer in the sacred realm. He might cover the sky with one hand on the outside, but here in the sacred realm, he’s just at the bottom rung."

"Who will make a move and teach him a lesson? Teaching him a lesson might win quite a few favors from the Holy Faction."

"Let me do it. I happen to have a trade with the Holy Faction. By disciplining this fellow, I’ll also make him realize that in the sacred realm of Beimang, he’s nothing but the lowest of ants, fit only to kneel on the ground!"

A seed disciple suddenly appeared, blocking Chu Fengmian’s path.

This seed disciple appeared and directly obstructed the way in front of Chu Fengmian.

"Stop right there!" the seed disciple said coldly.

"Oh?" Chu Fengmian looked at the unfriendly seed disciple before him, his gaze flickering.

It seemed that in Beimang Academy, everyone wanted to take advantage of him.

Not only the people of the Holy Faction, but those who wanted to curry favor with the Holy Faction were now all eyeing Chu Fengmian.

Chu Fengmian, fully aware of this, replied with a face that was extremely calm.

"May I ask what you want with me?"

"Nothing much," the seed disciple said, his eyes flickering with greed as he looked at Chu Fengmian.

"I heard junior brother has encountered quite a bit of fortune outside. I just happen to need some wealth. If you have some king-grade Spirit Stones, emperor-grade Spirit Stones, and could lend me a few hundred, I’d let you leave. How about that?"

A few hundred king-grade Spirit Stones, emperor-grade Spirit Stones.

This was clearly trouble-making.

Though Chu Fengmian was a man of considerable wealth, he certainly wouldn’t waste it so recklessly.

"A few hundred king-grade Spirit Stones? Emperor-grade Spirit Stones? Do you think these are cabbages? Just by your own merit, you dare to confront me?"

Chu Fengmian’s face showed a cold expression.

"Get lost! If you don’t, you’re going to die!"

"What?"

Some of the onlooking core disciples heard Chu Fengmian’s words and were all momentarily stunned.

Those words seemed quite arrogant.

Newly promoted core disciples, each of them just arriving at the Beimang Sacred Realm, were behaving humbly, only revealing their edge when they had gathered enough strength.

Yet, now Chu Fengmian, a freshly promoted core disciple, was so arrogant, it went beyond many people’s expectations.

This arrogance was somewhat overly confident.

Newly promoted core disciples were invincible characters outside, and hence they carried arrogance, but this arrogance would dissipate like smoke after a beating.

"The arrogant brat just got promoted and dares to be so insolent? Good, today I’ll teach you a lesson so you don’t cause more trouble!"

This core disciple sneered arrogantly.

"I’ll let you know, your strength is nothing but that of an ant!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the core disciple suddenly made a move, channeling Spiritual Power into his punch, and blasted it out with explosive force!

"Truth Divine Fist!"

With one punch, it was as if it contained the truths of heaven and earth, emitting a terrifyingly powerful Spiritual Power that seemed to suppress everything in its path - a domineering blow.

"The Truth Divine Fist! Zheng Luo has actually comprehended this move!"

"This is a supreme martial technique created by one of the ancestors of Beimang Academy, the Truth Venerable, nearing a heaven-level technique!"

"Chu Fengmian’s strength is not bad, but he hasn’t yet comprehended any of the countless martial techniques and secret techniques in the various sanctums; he cannot possibly be Zheng Luo’s match."

One after another, the core disciples slowly spoke up.

In the Beimang Sacred Realm, the most precious thing was the countless martial techniques and secret techniques left behind by the ancestors of the Beimang Academy.

Comprehending just one of these could easily make one capable of battling beyond their own level.

Not having comprehended the countless martial techniques and secret techniques from the sanctums was a significant disadvantage.

If Chu Fengmian had comprehended them, there would be some suspense in this battle.

But not having comprehended them, there was no suspense in this battle – the outcome was already fixed.

"Die!"

Zheng Luo roared, the Truth Divine Fist bearing down with crushing force.

Indeed, the Truth Divine Fist was unfathomably profound; Chu Fengmian could tell that this move was at least created by a formidable entity who had stepped onto the Life and Death Platform.

However, facing Zheng Luo’s punch, Chu Fengmian neither dodged nor evaded but instead clenched his fist and met the attack head-on.

Secret technique? Martial arts?

Chu Fengmian possessed more secret techniques and martial arts than the entire Beimang Academy combined. To think that learning just one move could contend with him was laughable.

"Zheng Luo, you think an ant like yourself can lecture me? Utterly ludicrous! Today I shall make you understand that there’s nothing remarkable about you old folks!"

Chu Fengmian shouted loudly as he moved his hand, also throwing a punch.

With this punch, he didn’t even use Spiritual Power, but simply activated the power of the Ancient Dragon King Body, relying on his physical body to contend.

"Seeking death?"

Seeing Chu Fengmian actually counter with his physical body, Zheng Luo’s face changed, filled with rage.

Not using Spiritual Power was like not taking him seriously at all.

In the Beimang Sacred Realm, which core disciple wasn’t the pride of the heavens, an unparalleled genius? When had they ever been so belittled?